Mirror Image ~
It is an odd reflection of myself, but to me fantasy
is worth more than the real thing. Romance offers more through fancy then it
does through realism- very few people would argue this. Love is like reaching
your hands across the surface of the water's body, and watching the transparent
waves-.
I will always be much more attracted to art, than I
will to reality. The strangest thing is that I have determined- and perhaps, it
might even be called tragic- is that romance, to me, exists much better in the
mind; I am always more attracted to the surface than to the object. I cannot
get too close, because when I touch go beneath the surface, the mirror will
shatter. It's as though I'm looking into a translucent image which, upon being
examined, will break if I get too close- and all of the illusions that I create
will cease to have any sort of meaning.
I will always be attracted more to the image than to
its counterpart; the love that I am looking into, will always fascinate me more
than the object. I am the type who
drifts between the cracks of a mirror, looking into the pain and joy of other
people's lives. I will never become part of it, because then I would have to
live it, and then I would no longer see it-
the presentation of that beautiful life, I have made,
would be gone.
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